A sailor loses his wife in a shipwreck in early Spring, 1953
Never remarrying, the sailor sits in his beach house with his son
Staring out to sea, day in and day out, watching the waves break against the coastline
Fall, 1984, the sailor has a stroke
The sailor does not speak for thirty-one more years as he lays silent in his cot
The summer of 2012, his son climbs the stairs to his fathers room
As his son leans in to kiss his father on the cheek
His father whispers to him
‘There is a diamond in that ocean.’
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
A sailor loses his wife in a shipwreck in early Spring, 1953
Never remarrying, the sailor sits in his beach house with his son
Staring out to sea, day in and day out, watching the waves break against the coastline
Fall, 1984, the sailor has a stroke
The sailor does not speak for thirty-one more years as he lays silent in his cot
The summer of 2012, his son climbs the stairs to his fathers room
As his son leans in to kiss his father on the cheek
His father whispers to him
‘There is a diamond in that ocean.’
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